The sweet scent of lavender drifted through the open windows of the early morning. I slowly stretched, as I blinked slowly against the soft and warm golden light spilling across the silk draped bed.
My body still ached from yesterday’s emotional whirlpool.. Mira's unnecessary drama, then Dante's sweet confession.
'I'm so tired yet I'm not tired at the same time' Athena growled
I sat up slowly, brushing my fingers through the knots and tangles that had formed in my hair. The room was quiet, except for the gentle slosh of water that was being poured into the bath behind the door.
Lillian’s familiar hum, a soft tune she always sang when she was working and attending to Dante and I, drifted through the air.
“Good morning, Lillian,” I slowly called out, my voice sounding still rough and gr
